Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

An hour passed.

Someone knocked on the door.

As soon as the door opened, three black-eyed men stood in the doorway.

Old Song had a purple bump the size of an egg on his forehead, and his lips were chapped; he was hissing and sucking in cold air.

Nie Xiaochuan next to him wasn't in much better shape either; one side of his face was swollen, and his already small eyes were squeezed into slits.

Yan Shugen was slightly better off, but his face was still covered in injuries.

"Did someone cook it?"

Song Xianglan glanced at the two faces and said with disdain:

"You went to someone else's place to fight and lost?"

Old Song plopped down on the stone bench in the yard, wincing in pain.

"Don't even mention it, I really didn't expect the Yan family to be so ruthless. My eldest sister and Xiao Chuan went there without calling us."

As soon as she arrived, she was scratched by Yan Ergou's mother, that old hag. My older sister was frail, and after a few punches from that old woman, she collapsed on the spot and is still lying in the clinic.

Nie Xiaochuan was beaten badly by himself.

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

It seems that when my eldest sister was born, most of her intelligence slipped out with the placenta and went into the latrine.

"Where is Yan Ergou?"

They ran away.

Nie Xiaochuan covered his cheek, his words muffled:

"When we went back, only a few old women were left at home. Yan Ergou had long since disappeared. We wanted to smash things, but the whole village surrounded us and took our side. We couldn't fight them all..."

Each of them actually went to Yan Family Village to be executed.

"Alright, stop howling."

Song Xianglan interrupted Song Laosan's sighs, "Tomorrow, have Nie Dahua wait for us at the entrance of Yanjiazhuang Village."

Nie Xiaochuan then remembered the important matter.

"My older sister is busy taking care of my mother at the hospital."

"Serve me my ass. We still need people tomorrow." Song Xianglan's eyes hardened. "Go back and rest today to get your energy back. Tomorrow morning, we'll go to Yan Family Village, tear down Yan Ergou's house first, and then skin that beast Nie Laosi alive."

Nie Xiaochuan was stunned.

He quickly nodded in agreement, then turned and went inside to check on his second sister.

A low sobbing sound came from inside the house.

Yan Shugen knelt by the bed, holding Nie Erhua's hand and crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

The twenty-year-old young man cried because he felt useless and couldn't protect his mother.

Nie Erhua had just woken up and was already weak. Her son's crying made her start to cry too. She didn't actually recognize him as her son; she just cried because she saw someone else crying.

Song Xianglan was annoyed by what she heard and didn't go in to offer any advice.

Anyone who can't let this go feels suffocated.

She had been on the train for two days, and now her bones felt like they were about to fall apart; she really had no appetite for cooking.

Just as I was thinking of grabbing a quick bite, a loud voice came from next door: "Lanlan, you're back?"

When the ugly woman ran over and saw Song Xianglan's exhausted face, she didn't say a word:

"Wait, I'll kill a chicken for you to eat."

A short while later, Liu Chounu came over carrying an old hen that had just had its throat slit.

Her grandson, Gousheng, followed behind.

"Gousheng, go to Liu Dahua's house and get a few yellowfin tuna, and some clams too." After instructing her grandson, Liu Chounu rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen. "You go and rest, I'll cook tonight."

Song Xianglan didn't stand on ceremony and sat down in front of the stove to help stoke the fire.

"Add more milk powder, I want to taste that flavor."

A delicious aroma soon filled the kitchen.

Milkweed root stewed with chicken is a highly nutritious food.

A large pot of savory rice was cooking, with dried oysters, shiitake mushrooms, and diced pork belly inside, and the aroma wafted straight into my nose.

On the other stove, Liu Chounu deftly prepared a plate of oysters, then made preserved radish omelet, yellowfin tuna in soy sauce, and finally stir-fried loofah and clams.

The two chatted as they cooked.

Song Xianglan: "I'm going to Yan Family Village tomorrow. You're coming with me to have a fight."

Upon hearing this, Liu Chounu's eyes lit up instantly. "You found that niece who insulted you?"

Song Xianglan gave a brief account of what happened, and as she listened, Liu Chounu's string of curses came out like a machine gun, cursing from the Yan family's ancestors to their descendants for eighteen generations.

"These beasts! No, I can't do it alone."

Liu Chounv got more and more into cursing, "For a big event like this, we need to call Liu Chunhua, Liu Dahua, and Widow Wang. Widow Wang's mouth is just as good as yours; she can bring the dead back to life with her curses, and then go to Yan Family Village and curse the living to death."

Song Xianglan nodded: "That's what I mean too. Tomorrow we'll tear the roof off Yan Family Village."

Liu Chou-nv couldn't sit still any longer; she ran off as soon as the food was ready. "You guys eat, I'm going to get more people right now. I need to go over things with them tonight; we absolutely can't mess things up tomorrow!"

Done.

He rushed out in a flurry of activity.

Just after seeing off Liu Chou-nu, Song Tingting returned with her schoolbag on her back. As soon as the little girl entered the door, she rushed into Song Xianglan's arms and showered her with kisses.

"Mom! I miss you so much!"

Song Tingting chattered on and on:

"My sister-in-law went to the island in Nancheng to stay with my brother. She'll be back soon before school starts."

Song Xianglan patted her daughter's head, feeling slightly relieved.

The family sat together and enjoyed a hot meal.

After going through so many upsetting things, this meal was comforting. The taste of home is the most comforting; after a bowl of hot soup, Song Xianglan felt her strength return.

Song Laosan, Nie Xiaochuan, and Yan Shugen left.

After finishing her meal, Song Xianglan went straight to sleep.

I slept so soundly that I didn't even have a dream.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Zhou Fang drove the brigade's hand tractor to the gate.

Zhou Fang was wearing a set of dirty work clothes.

"Godmother, I'll give you a ride today." Zhou Fang patted the back of the truck.

Song Xianglan arrived with Nie Erhua, Liu Dahua (who was known as Liu Chounu), and others, all carrying household utensils—some with rolling pins, others with washing mallets. Even Huang Ronghua's wife came.

The tractor was belching black smoke.

We drove bumpily towards Yanjiazhuang.

When we arrived at the intersection of Yanjiazhuang Road, we could see Nie Dahua standing by the roadside with her son and daughter-in-law.

The car had just come to a complete stop.

Nie Dahua rushed over, crying and complaining:

"Third Aunt, last time I asked Sanhua and Sihua to come along, but their husbands absolutely refused, saying it wasn't worth making trouble over a missing person. I..."

Song Xianglan also knew that Da Hua was a skilled cook who couldn't make a meal without rice.

Xianglan shouted sternly, "If tears could drown a person, I'd let you cry in front of the Yan family's gate for three days and three nights. Let's fight! If we win, we'll smash the Yan family's house!"

Nie Dahua was speechless after being scolded.

He quickly wiped his face and scrambled onto the car using both hands and feet.

Song Lao Er and several of his nephews were already waiting there.

The sledgehammers and pickaxes these men were carrying clearly indicated that they had come prepared.

"Third Sister. I saw Er Gou at home." Song Lao Er spat on his hands, rubbed them together, and his eyes were full of malice.

Song Xianglan knocked on the door first.

A woman with wavy hair, still half-asleep, opened the door to the main room and was carrying a basin to fetch water to wash her face. She was the young widow that Yan Ergou had just hooked up with. The two had only returned to the village two days ago, and they were getting intimate when someone came banging on the door so early in the morning.

"Who is it? Wailing so early in the morning!" The young widow slammed the washbasin on the ground and cursed, hands on her hips.

The voice just fell.

Zhou Fang kicked the door open.

Those two thin wooden door panels almost slapped the young widow in the face.

Song Xianglan strode in, raising her foot as if to kick someone, but then withdrew it upon seeing it was a woman. "Where's that beast Yan Ergou?"

All the neighbors around the Yan family's house gathered around.

Someone went to call the Yan brothers. Ever since Yan Family Village was ridiculed by the neighboring village and beaten by the mountain people, their village has become united.

The young widow was quick to retort:

"Who are you calling an animal? Watch your mouth."

"The Yan family, who are more like animals than human beings, have never managed to put together a decent pair of underwear across generations."

"Yan Ergou became the son-in-law of the Nie family, secretly ate a few mouthfuls of rich man's excrement in our family's latrine, and now he's so arrogant he doesn't even know his own name, but he hasn't forgotten his ancestors."

Song Xianglan's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

Let everyone outside hear:

"Tell Yan Ergou not to think he can hide like a coward. That scumbag of his is involved in selling his wife. The Yan family ancestors have been selling wives for generations, resulting in this kind of bastard."

Upon hearing this, Liu Chounu and the others...

He started cursing from the road outside the Yan family's courtyard:

"The Yan family stuffs their large intestines into their skulls, and the stray dog ​​burps because it ate too much shit. They deliberately do inhuman things, and when they say something, you think a firecracker has blown up the latrine."

"The whole room reeked of a foul odor; you could smell it from three miles away."

"If you open the Yan family's household registration book, it's like an encyclopedia of animals. I've let animals down so badly; at best, I'm an encyclopedia of pests."

……

Onlookers: ...

The young widow had never experienced such a comprehensive, stereoscopic attack of insults.

He wanted to retort but couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Song Xianglan was too lazy to waste words with this woman, and waved her hand: "Smash it! Level this dilapidated house, let's see how long that bastard Yan Ergou can hide."